San Tropez As I reach for a peach Slide a rind down behind The sofa in San Tropez. Breakin a stick with a brick on the sand. Ridin a wave In the wake of an old sedan. Sleepin alone in the Drone of the darkness, Scratched by the sand that Fell from my love, Deep in my dreams and I Still hear her callin If youre alone, Ill come home. Backward and homebound, The pigeon, the dove, Gone with the wind And the rain, on an airplane. Owning a home With no silver spoon, Im drinking champagne Like a good tycoon. Sooner than wait for A break in the weather, Ill gather my far-flung Thoughts together. Speeding away On the wind to a new day. And if youre alone Ill come home. And I pause for a while By a country style And listen to the things they say. Diggin for gold With a hoe in my hand. Open a book Take a look at the way things stand. And youre leading me down To the place by the sea. I hear your soft voice Calling to me. Making a date for Later by phone And if youre alone Ill come home.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 03:34:05 +0000
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